The next morning, or better middle of the night our alarm clock buzzes followed by a wake up call from the hotel lobby. We armed all wake up guns to make sure we wake up this early. We have to get up and continue our journey into the heart of Eastern Africa.

It is still dark when the driver from the airline picks us up from our hotel. This is probably one of the best serviced airlines in the world, sorry mr Branson. Hotel pick up, personal guidance through checkin and even planes that leave early when everyone is on board, wonderful. We are driven back to through the ghettos of Dar to the airport. As the first light hits the streets it still looks as dangerous and uninviting as the day before.